Author: Pam Holland

I travel the world teaching and talking. Photographing and writing, Sharing experiences What a way to go.

We think we know it all – how wrong can we be.

Working in primitive conditions, in an area the size of a small bedroom, the most amazing pieces of fabric come to life. Who would imagine that this beautiful fabric was dyed with mud.

Jaipur, Design, inspiration.

Its getting harder to keep up with the blog, I’m a day behind but all I can say is this is probably the most amazingly visual trip I have ever undertaken.

Street photography. – Jaipur.

A small temple in a workshop, men Gathered to chat to people in bright colors on the street, to silk hanging to dry High into the sky. Images to make your heart beat just a little faster.

Block printing in Jaipur.

We see block printing often, and we are also presented with those wonderful woodblocks that seem to find their way to the craft shows we attend. Seeing how they are made was fascinating. There is always a story behind everything we handle and this one is fascinating.

Writing and traveling. – a casual observation.

I’m a long way behind with the blog, (well a day at least) and today was filled with so many treasures that it will take ages to share. These images and observations were taken as we traveled yesterday.

Lost in Delhi – or something like that.

I actually visited there before and I enjoyed the experience. You travel through the narrow lanes on rickshaws, vehicles are unable to go down the narrow lanes. The poor rickshaw driver strains under the heavy load as he negotiates his way through the throng. Overhead the electricity wires have thousands of wires entwined and hanging from very precarious positions like electronic lace. I’m almost afraid to look up, the imagination goes wild.

Mixed emotions, sadness and sheer joy. A textile journey.

We began the tour with a visit to the historic India gate. Whilst photographing the landmark itself, we noticed 50 or more women working in the gardens close by. They carried long hand-made brooms and their brightly colored clothing was obscured at times by a small cloud of dust as they swept the ground. Some ladies were crouched pulling weeds. The temperature and the humidity was in the 90’s, I just can’t imagine how hard that is.